After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

The pain spread from the palm of his hand to his central nervous system, and he suddenly felt painful, but the picture in front of him remained unchanged.

Even, he seemed to have a cold look because of the pain, and the **** in front of him trembled with fright.

…He seems to have become an ancient man somehow.

That person should be a princely nobleman, from the last year of the Jing Dynasty. As for the other...he didn't know anything about it.

Oh, he knows one more thing.

That man takes a concubine today. But because he has become him now, the one who takes a concubine has become himself.

This is all the information he got, and the smiling **** in front of him is standing here, waiting for him to enter the bridal chamber.

Jiang Suizhou's head is about to explode.

...What's all this!

He was in a hurry, but he didn't show it on his face.

The **** seemed to be anxious, the smile on his face brought a bit of bitterness, he lowered his voice, and his tone became a bitterly consoling.

"Master, the slave knows that you don't want it, but it is the emperor's decree after all..." he persuaded. "Even if you don't like it, just go for a cutscene! That person...I heard that martial arts has been abolished long ago, and now he has disabled one. It is very safe. You don't have to worry about it."

...Abolished people's martial arts and became disabled?

Jiang Suizhou's eyes were a little weird.

It's still a play of forcible and arrogant.

He only knew that in the last years of the Jing Dynasty, the court was corrupt, and the emperor was faint, especially the Lord Jingyou, who was a notoriously absurd faint emperor. According to historical records, he was addicted to beauty, played a trick with the government, and especially favored his relatives, allowing his uncle Pang Shao to make trouble.

However, the Jing dynasty had a few heirs. By the generation of Emperor Jing You, most of the princes of the same generation died early, but there was only one King Jing who died young.

Because of this, Jing Chao fled south for a few years before being destroyed by the rising Liang Dynasty.

Now it seems... he is also a member of this chaotic and licentious court.

Jiang Suizhou's mouth was bitter.

What bad things did he do that made him inexplicably change from a comfortable social animal to a prince and nobleman of a doomed dynasty?

Is it because the students were a little bit tough just now?

How can it be.

At this moment, there was a call from outside.

"Father Qianshan, the sedan chair has been carried into Yincuixuan!" said the maid.

The **** gritted his teeth and shouted: "What are you urging!"

The maid hurriedly closed her voice.

The **** turned his head and looked at Jiang Suizhou eagerly, his eyes full of requests.

Jiang Suizhou knew that in this situation, he was bound to face the bridal chamber. However, since the girl I married was not voluntary and has a disability, then this bridal chamber today can be easily fooled.

As for other...

Wait for him to pass today's level, and then slowly figure out his identity and situation, and then make plans.

He gave a faint hum and stood up.

The eunuch's eyes lit up, and he quickly reached out to help him.

Jiang Suizhou is not accustomed to being served like this, but I don't know if it is an illusion. When he stands up, he feels that he is lack of energy, tired, and his head is a little dizzy.

He had to let the **** support him.

Walking down the platform, there was a diorama next to it. Jiang Suizhou glanced slightly and saw himself through the mirror.

… Actually looks exactly the same as himself, only looking at two or three years younger, he looks only twenty-four-five years younger.

Previously, his students praised him for his good looks and said that he looked good like a villain. Jiang Suizhou originally didn't admit it, but now, looking at the person in the mirror, Jiang Suizhou also feels...

It's really not like a good person.

He was already coldly beautiful, and he looked extremely affectionate. Under the wide-sleeved long hair, it becomes more refined and taller. Especially in those eyes, the pupils are a little high, and a light look at people can make people feel cold.

Jiang Suizhou retracted his gaze, and in the aftermath, he saw the upper eyelid on his left near the end of his eye, with a little vermilion.

He didn't have this mole originally.

However, before he could take a closer look, the **** helped him through the mirror and went out the door.

Someone was waiting outside, with a thin cloak in his hands. Seeing Jiang Suizhou approached, the man expertly wrapped the cloak for him.

Jiang Suizhou was puzzled and frowned.

He was dressed thicker than the people around him, so why did he wrap him up again?

The **** next to him was keenly aware of his expression, and hurriedly said: "The wind is strong at night, and the prince can't bear it, so let's wear one more."

...The prince?

Before Jiang Suizhou came back to his senses, he was taken down the steps and onto the steps that stopped in front of the house.

He felt it as soon as he left the door. The wind was supposed to be warm, but it felt cold when it blew on him. This is different from being sick, it is more like a congenital deficiency and low immunity.

Combined with the prince shouted by the **** just now, Jiang Suizhou felt a little uncomfortable.

In the last years of the Jing Dynasty, there was only one sick seedling that could be called "the prince".

It was His Royal Highness King Jing, whose name was erased from the history books, and only said that he was born deficiencies and died prematurely due to illness.

Jiang Suizhou felt a little dizzy in his mind when he stepped up.

If he follows the course of history, he will live for three to five years at most and die of illness.

Even if he didn't die of illness, Beiliang would destroy the scene, and he would never leave such a remnant of the previous dynasty.

Jiang Suizhou's eyes were wide open, and he slowly leaned on the back of his chair.

Anyone who suddenly knows that he has been alive in the past few years will not be too happy.

Set his mind, he turned his head, looked at the **** who was following his steps, and decided to check with him again.

What did someone call him just now?

"Qianshan." He called.

Unexpectedly, hearing him shout like this, the **** next to him raised his head in surprise and looked at him in a daze.

Jiang Suizhou's heart sighed.

He knew that this reaction must be called the wrong one.

In ancient times, those who served in front of the nobles were determined to have exquisite seven orifices and a keen mind. I made such a big mistake as soon as I came here, I'm afraid...

However, before he was finished worrying, the eunuch's face showed a flattered look that made him feel helpless.

"My lord, please tell me!" His eyes gleamed, like a dog wagging its tail and rejoicing. "You...you still call the minion name Meng Qianshan, forget it..."

Jiang Suizhou: "..."

Well, he was worrying too much. The personal entourage of His Royal Highness King Jing didn't seem to have a bright mind.

He turned away his eyes, hmm, and said calmly: "How long has she brought to Prince Jing's Mansion?"

Meng Qianshan didn't hear the temptation in his words at all, only when the prince was worried about delaying auspiciousness, he said in a head: "Don't worry, prince, Madam Huo has just arrived. You are here now, the time is right."

Seeing that he hadn't refuted the phrase "Prince Jing's Mansion", Jiang Suizhou confirmed.

He has indeed become the short-lived ghost who doesn't write much in history books.

but…

He frowned.

Mrs. Huo?

This new concubine, whose surname is Huo?

Although he knew that the wild history was nothing but nonsense, he still couldn't help but remember the content of the student's paper.

His legs were broken, and he was married to the mansion by King Jing, with the surname Huo...

How could this newly entering concubine look like General Huo in history?

However, Jiang Suizhou erased this idea immediately.

What are you thinking about? The plot of the wild history, the TV series dare not act like this, at first glance, it is made up of grandstanding, it must be impossible to be true.

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Jiang Suizhou confirmed the guess in his heart and closed his mouth. It was Meng Qianshan next to him, chattering all the way with him.

Jiang Suizhou gradually realized that this subordinate, who had little brains, must have been left out in the cold on weekdays. Today, by accidentally treating him with a friendly look, he started to show joy.

It's okay to be silly.

Hearing his rumors all the way, Jiang Suizhou's original heavy mood was somewhat relieved, and between the lines, he also got an overview of the situation in the palace.

It's all here, let's take a step and take a step. He sighed inwardly.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he stopped in front of a courtyard.

A red lantern hung at the entrance of the courtyard, and under the light, there was a spot of firecracker fragments.

Through the courtyard door, a sedan chair was faintly visible at the door of the main house. Many people waited in front of the gate, and when Jiang Suizhou was coming, they all knelt down and bowed.

Jiang Suizhou was not accustomed to the feeling of everyone visiting, so he raised his hand and made them all stand up.

Then a grandma with the appearance of a happy wife came up and said to Jiang Suizhou with a smile: "The prince is overjoyed. The lady is already waiting in the room, just waiting for the prince to lift her head."

Jiang Suizhou responded.

He knew the customs of the Jing Dynasty, and the ceremony of accepting a concubine was much simpler than getting a wife. As soon as he lifted the small sedan chair into the mansion from the side door, the husband went to lift his hijab and drank a cup of wine.

He nodded, and walked past everyone into the main house.

He walks steadily and slowly, his clothes fluttering as he walks, and he looks cold and calm, with a superior demeanor.

But only Jiang Suizhou knew how panicked he was right now.

After all, he traveled to the Jing Dynasty in a daze, and became a sick child who died soon. At this time, he had to go to the bridal chamber to face the poor girl who was married back by Jing Wangqiang.

The girl is poor, and he is not much better.

Thinking about this, he seemed to be steady, but in fact he stepped heavily up the stairs and pushed open the door.

Inside the door, the red tent fluttered, and the candle flickered. The maids on both sides smiled and saluted him.

Someone led him into the inner room.

Amidst the beauty, he saw the man sitting in the hall.

He is dressed in red, layered on top of each other, with a hijab embroidered with phoenix on his head. He is sitting in a wheelchair, sitting very upright, with his shoulders straight, like a long foldable gun.

Yes, it's a gun.

This man is tall, with broad shoulders, and has long legs that can hardly fit in a wheelchair. He is clearly a man!

A man, a disabled man who was married to King Jing.

…The "Mrs. Huo" I married, wouldn't it be Huo Wugui!

Jiang Suizhou stopped.

His eyes fell on the man's hands on his knees.

The finger bones are distinct, and the meridians on the back of the hand are protruding. Although they only sit quietly on the knees, they seem to be able to twist a person's neck at any time, showing the spirit of killing.

For some reason, Jiang Suizhou recalled a fragment from his student paper.

"...After Dingbei Hou Huo Wugui was taken prisoner, in order to humiliate him, the queen master of Nanjing broke his meridians and abolished his legs, and then married him to King Jing, who is famous for breaking his sleeves. He was in Jing. After bearing the burden of humiliation for three years, the palace tried every means to escape back to Beiliang and heal his legs.

After that, to avenge the revenge of the year, he cut off the head of King Jing himself and hung it on the city gate for three years after he destroyed the scene.

That's why, the official history didn't mention a word to King Jing, even the name was erased. "

Jiang Suizhou's hands were shaking a little.

If it was Huo Wujiu... If it was Huo Wujiu.

After those three years, it was not King Jing who was beheaded by Huo Wujiu, but Jiang Suizhou.

He stared at the man in the wedding dress in front of him, trying to find a little trace from him, proving that he was not a man.

but.

Jiang Suizhou's mind is a little empty.

"The prince... the prince!"

Meng Qianshan, who was following, saw that he had stopped in place, with a cold face, not knowing what he was thinking, and quickly reminded him in a low voice.

Jiang Suizhou turned his head sideways.

Seeing Meng Qianshan standing beside him, he cautiously whispered: "It's time to lift the hijab."

Yes, lift the hijab.

Haven't seen the face yet, who can be sure that it is Huo Wujiu?

Jiang Suizhou stepped forward, comforting himself in his heart, and at the same time stretched out his hand calmly and uncovered the fluttering hijab.

The red candle flickers.

In the enchanting red, he met a pair of dark, icy eyes.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Suizhou lifted his hijab.

Huo Wujiu: Hi! Wife! (confidence)